Timber
Briskly walking.
Silently not talking.
Crackling beneath my feet.
The sun is as big as a yellow balloon.
Floating high up in the sky,
escaping through,
warming my glistening skin.
Gazing up it all surrounds me.
I stand as quiet as a mouse.
Rustling leaves, chirping birds, cracking sticks.
Not so silent after all.
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